It is noon, the autumn sun is bright,
My cat is sitting on her blanket in the window;
Soaking the soft light into her soft tawny fur.
The news talkers are chattering as I type;
Trump, trumpet, strumpet, hype.
I am tired; from three weeks straight of working.
My sweetheart is in the garden; weeding.
I hear her talking with neighbors as they stroll by.